from School

down the long lane I ran,
down the slope over stones
and small boulders, over
rain pits and rivulets, over
the road where the cars came
crossing it by the waving
trees, down I ran
and along the lane to her
waiting at the gate
and I went in safe,
home, her arm about my
shoulders and her smiling face

I see her now, the lane
is not so very long
and all the slanting
slopes behind me, all the
stones and boulders
passed, all the dangerous
roads crossed.  She waits
at the gate.  Her smiling

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